Yesterday

I spent the afternoon doing nothing in particular, but found myself intently watching the hover-fly grubs making short work of the greenfly. Curry for dinner, and not a bad one either. Afterwards I watched some more of the World At War.

The people upstairs got home at about eight o'clock. Fucking kids fucking shouting, fucking screaming ant fucking stampeding around. At just before half past eight I had to stop my dvd; her ladyship was running a machine that made a loud, grinding sound. Cunt. Bed at nine, feeling worn out.